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[color=a36209][b][h1] [center]Joji Yamazaki [/center][/h1][/b][/color]

Joji didn’t know where he was or what happened. The last thing he remembered was having dinner alone and then suddenly darkness.  The only possibility he could think of was he had been popped by some other hitman.  At first, he was in heaven or some sort of purgatory. But judging from his surrounding he assumed he was in hell.  Turning his head around wondering where he was. His surrounding looked like something out of an 80s RPG. Noticing the gear he was wearing as well as the katana at his side. He was glad he still had his bracelet. Stumbling out of the large sarcophagus, falling flat onto his face before standing beside the coffin. 

Slowly pulling out the katana from the saya. Having a feeling that he would need to defend himself. Fighting the skeletons would be no different than fighting a random street thug. Or so he thought. From the sight of things, With these monsters attacking the humans,  it looked like they would need some assistance. Perhaps one of them knew what the hell was going on. 

The tough looking man started running towards the fleeing skeleton. Quickly caught up to them and started slicing the few slow ones into pieces. Turning his attention toward the large ogres that were attacking the other humans. Making his way toward them at breakneck speed. Yelling as loud as he could. Using his speed to try and attack the ogre. Swinging his sword towards the torso of the ogre's body.